Top 380 Erin Morgenstern Quotes (2023 Update)
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251. “It is part of who I was, who I am, and who I will be.”

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252. “I’m more of a cocktail guy,” he says, though he is also of the opinion that sparkling wine is an anytime beverage and appreciates Mirabel’s style.”

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253. “It looks a breath away from being a crumbling ruin. Held together by spinning planets and ticking clocks and wishful thinking and string.”

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254. “You’re not destined or chosen, I wish I could tell you that you were if that would make it easier, but it’s not true. You’re in the right place at the right time, and you care enough to do what needs to be done. Sometimes that’s enough.”

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255. “Strange, isn’t it? To love a book. When the words on the pages become so precious that they feel like part of your own history because they are.”

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256. “You smile as though you have a secret.”

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257. “It would not have been my choice for her, but a child should not have their choices dictated for them.”

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258. “He wishes he had brought the wine-colored book with him, but he is trying to make a point of not having his nose constantly in a book. It is an attempt to appear friendlier that he’s not certain is working yet.”

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259. “Books are always better when read than explained.”

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260. “I felt like we were right at that place where you go from being regular friends to help-you-move-dead-bodies friends but we weren’t quite there yet, like we needed to do one more side quest together and earn a few more mutual approval points and then it would be something a little more comfortable, but we hadn’t figured out our friendship dynamic entirely.”

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261. “Because if the girl had not been beautiful and clever, she would have been easier to resist, and then there would be no story at all.”

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262. “Bailey feels oddly at ease. As though he is closer to the ground, but taller at the same time.”

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263. “Can’t make an egg without breaking a few metaphors.”

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264. “You could have been a ballerina,” Mme. Padva remarks to Celia. “You are quite good on your feet.” “I am good off my feet as well,” Celia says, and Mr. Barris nearly knocks over his own glass while Mme. Padva cackles.”

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265. “And then he tells her stories. Myths he learned from his instructor. Fantasies he created himself, inspired by bits and pieces of others read in archaic books with crackling spines.”

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266. “The breaking is the easy part. The pulling back together is the problem.”

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267. “There are girls in feathered costumes who spin at various heights, suspended by ribbons that they can manipulate. Marionettes that control their own strings.”

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268. “It was all a matter of timing,” she says. “My train was late that day. The day I saw you drop your notebook. Had it been on schedule we never would have met. Maybe we were never meant to. It was a possibility, one of thousands, and not inevitable, the way some things are.”

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269. “How do I fix it?” Zachary asks. “There is no fixing. There is only moving forward in the brokenness.”

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270. “He reads histories and mythologies and fairy tales, wondering why it seems that only girls are ever swept away from their mundane lives on farms by knights or princes or wolves.”

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271. “Marionettes that control their own strings.”

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272. “For a moment he can feel, sharply and strongly, within the air in his lungs, precisely what it is to lose and find and lose again, over and over and over.”

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273. “They are a nocturnal amalgam of social event and business meeting.”

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274. “On this evening, Mme. Padva wears a dress of black silk, hand embroidered with intricate patterns of cherry blossoms, something like a kimono reincarnated as a gown. Her silver hair is piled atop her head and held in place with a small jeweled black cage. A choker of perfectly cut scarlet rubies circles her neck, putting forth a vague impression of her throat having been slit. The overall effect is slightly morbid and incredibly elegant.”

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275. “Important things hurt sometimes.”

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276. “He was seeking immortality, which is a terrible thing to seek. It is not seeking anything, but rather avoiding the unavoidable.”

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277. “Only a single cat notices them in this moment and though the cat recognizes this mistake for what it is, it does not interfere. It is not the way of cats to interfere with fate.”

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278. “I don’t always write in order, so composing multi-book stories could get complicated.”

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279. “Do you believe in the mystical, the fantastical, the improbable, or the impossible? Do you believe that things others dismiss as dreams and imagination actually exist? Do you believe in fairy tales?”

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280. “It bothers him most at times like this, in the bottom of the brandy bottle and the quiet of the night.”

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281. “Symbols are for interpretation, not definition.”

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282. “I love you but I will not sit here and wait for the story to change – I’m going to make it change.”

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283. “For every tale carved in rock there are more inscribed on autumn leaves or woven into spiderwebs.”

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284. “A soft breeze plays with her hair, bringing with it the mingling scent of dusty tomes and damp, rich ink.”

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285. “Endings are what give stories meaning.”

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286. “There are countless tattoos, and yet they meld and flow into one design gracefully adorning her like an elegant, unusual piece of jewelry.”

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287. “Even the ground beneath his feet feels unsatisfying to his boots.”

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288. “The place is sprawling yet intimate. It is difficult to measure its breadth. Halls fold into rooms or galleries and stairs twist downward or upward to alcoves or arcades. Everywhere there are doors leading to new spaces and new stories and new secrets to be discovered and everywhere there are books.”

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289. “Do you know why I gave my daughter permission to marry your father? Because she would have run off with him regardless. Follow your dreams, Bailey,” she says. “Be they Harvard or something else entirely. No matter what that father of yours says, or how loudly he might say it. He forgets that he was someone’s dream once, himself.”

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290. “The wind howls after him as he leaves in fear of what is to come, but a mortal cannot understand the wishes of the wind no matter how loud it cries and so these final warnings go unheeded.”

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291. “But he doesn’t open the box anymore. It sits, firmly closed, in the tree. He thinks maybe he should throw it away, but he cannot bring himself to do it. Perhaps he will leave it in the tree and let the bark grow over it, sealing it inside.”

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292. “Yes,” Poppet says. “But what’s the use in seeing the future if I can’t do anything to stop it?” ” You cannot stop things,” Celia says. “You can only be prepared for them to happen.”

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293. “They are gods with lost myths, writing themselves new ones.”

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294. “It’s never too late to change what you are, it took me a long time to figure that out.”

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295. “He pulls the girl close to keep her warm. He kisses her shoulder, pretending he will have her for a lifetime when in truth they have only minutes left together.”

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296. “She wears her worry like a coat she never takes off.”

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297. “She tries to think the way she imagines Marco.”

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298. “The circus left him behind, sailing forth, and yet he cannot turn away from the shore.”

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299. “It doesn’t whisper verses or stories around his tongue and into his head, thankfully, but it tastes older than stories. It tastes like myth.”

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300. “It’s lovely, the way wishes are added to it, by lighting candles with ones that are already lit and adding them to the branches. New wishes ignited by old wishes.”

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